YOU CAME TO MY ARMS TOO SOONMore Like This
You was beatiful. So beautiful, like the dreams we always wanted to keep.
You didnt speak.
Your hand in my heart.
" Scars are History books. Follow me tonight... and i´ll show you what´s like to be alive..."
Lonliness, can you give another kiss?
I want to drink until tomorrow
i want to dance with my beautiful sorrow
.... and repeat it again.
Because all still different. And im still feeing the same.
I was scared
Outcast Nimbus - Blue Bird CollaborationMore Like This
Orchards of feathery foliage tints the dark night
where winged creatures love and dream, long after twilight
with quiet, little white larks sleeping in their hearts
jewelled skies break... the universe ends… the universe starts
shaking the gleaming blue galaxies from its silken skins
the sound of silence, behind eyelashes invades and wins
weaving porcelain soul-birds out from the rain
they look like solitary river pearls... so sad,
replacing the infinite tears... so mad...
The brilliant cloak drops off losing its heavenly feathers
regardless of torments or other forsaken weathers
revealing a hand pointing to nowhere, pleading to no one...
so alone... so very inhumanly alone...
bringer of the winter and the wind
poems are crystallized beneath my shifted wing
like the sorrows behind the crows
following me as shadows.
My Nimbus stays
my brighter side and
my shadowed side
which is more or less human
is never revealed,